“So do you."

�The walk to his and Blaine’s rooms had been awkward, to say the least. Jeff and Andrew had kept glaring at the back of Dave’s head and the werewolf didn’t hesitate to sneer in return. Needless to say, no words were exchanged in the hallways. In fact, no one said a word until Kurt had unlocked the door to his rooms.

����Now the Naturalist book was sitting in the middle of the coffee table, Kurt and the others sitting around it on the carpeted floor. The book seemed so innocent, but with the looks Andrew and Jeff were giving it maybe there really was something dangerous about it after all.

����“I guess my first question would be how you got it in the first place?” Andrew said, finally looking up to give his cousin a questioning look. “I thought it was supposed to be with Dustin and his pack this...” he trailed off, his head snapping in Dave’s direction. His face darkened when the Werewolf gave him a guilty look, lowering his head. “Oh god, you belong to Dustin?” he asked, throwing his arms up in the air as a frustrated noise left the back of his throat.

����“Wait, really?” Jeff asked in surprise, giving Kurt a confused look when the younger fledgling glanced at him.

����“I didn’t tell you about Dustin?” Kurt questioned, a little surprised himself that he had never mentioned the much larger wolf.

����“If you did, I wasn’t paying attention.” Jeff answered with a shrug.

����“How could you take it from your pack?” Andrew asked the wolf, frowning when Dave didn’t answer. “Do you not realize how important this journal is?”

����“Journal?” Dave asked, finally lifting his head to look at Andrew once again. “It’s not a book?” he asked, brow furrowing in confusion as he glanced at the leather bound ‘book’.

����“No.” Andrew said, looking at Kurt with a sigh. “You could really get in trouble if someone found you with this.”

����“Yeah...” Jeff said, reaching out to rub his thumb over the cover. “I never thought I would get to touch it though.” He grinned slightly, giving Andrew a disgruntled look when the other fledgling slapped his hand away.

����“Wait.” Kurt said, trying to catch up in the conversation. “What does Dave belonging to Dustin have to do with this?” he asked, giving the other two fledglings a confused look.

����“Dave?” Jeff asked, a smirk gracing his lips as Dave growled softly.

����“Yes, care to explain to your friend what you’ve been keeping from him?” Andrew said, tilting his head to the side when another guilty look flashed across the wolf’s face.

����“Dave?” Kurt asked when a few seconds of awkward silence passed. “What do they mean?”

����Dave sighed before reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck. “Dustin is really powerful.” he began, looking down at the carpet as he began to pick random strands and little fuzz balls from it. “He’s one of the oldest werewolves in history, so he has a really high spot on the Warbler Council.”

����“Warbler Council?” Kurt asked, looking at Andrew when the shorter male sighed.

����“It’s a large group of much older were-wolves and vampires that kind of rule over all the rest," Andrew said, looking back towards the journal as he spoke. “Naturalists are at the top of the food chain, though.”

����Kurt looked down at the journal, eyes wide as he tried to take in what he was hearing. “Okay.” he said, shaking his head quickly. “This relates to the Journal how?” He gave Dave a frustrated look when the wolf only shrugged in return.

����“The dog didn’t even know it was a journal, Kurt.” Jeff began with a snort. “Can you really expect him to know anything of importance?”

����“Jeff is right, trust a mutt to screw everything up.” Andrew retorted with a nod.

����“Look, how the hell am I supposed to know everything?” Dave snapped, a growl leaving his chest as he glared at the other two fledglings sitting across from him.

����“You should at least have enough sense not to steal a book from Dustin’s library!” Andrew said in a raised voice. “Kurt would get into so much trouble if any of the vampires or were-creatures that work here found him with it!”

����“That’s why you two are going to keep your big mouths shut!” Dave growled back, shoulders tensing as he grabbed the edge of the coffee table.

����“Who the hell do you think you are?” Jeff hissed. “As if we would just waltz out of the room and tell everyone in earshot that Kurt has it!”

����Kurt frowned as voices began to rise even more, eventually turning into shouting and yelling with Jeff and Dave jumping up from the floor and giving each other threats. Andrew just seemed amused as he watched, occasionally giving his input which always supported Jeff’s argument, of course. With a soft sigh Kurt looked towards the journal once more before reaching out and picking it up, rubbing his thumbs over the smooth cover as he tried to block out the yelling.

����“I don’t think your friends get along.” Pavarotti said as he landed on Kurt’s shoulder, feathery head tilting from side to side as he watched Kurt rub his thumbs over the journal.

����Kurt rolled his eyes, slowly opening the book as the other three continued to rant at one another. “Really? I couldn’t tell.” he replied sarcastically. He began to read the first page, realizing that this had been the first time he had actually taken the time to read anything from the journal. Beautiful font greeted his eyes as he began, a smile tugging at his lips as he traced his fingers over the large glowing letters on the first page.

����Kurt paused, glancing up to see the other three still arguing as he thought. Did becoming a vampire really mean that you lost your soul in the process? Thinking back on how gentle and patient Blaine had been with him in the last year, and how much he loved the older vampire now as a fledgling, he decided that he did not believe that. He looked back down to continue reading, surprised to see Pavarotti balancing on the edge of the journal.

����“I really think you should wait...” Pavarotti said, flapping his wings slightly to keep his balance as Kurt shifted the journal slightly. “Let other Naturalists explain things a bit more before you begin.”

����“So I really am one then?” Kurt asked, sighing softly when Jeff stomped his foot on the ground as he tried to get his current point of argument through Dave’s head.

����“Yes, though I have to say I’m a bit disappointed that you aren’t finding this out the traditional way...” Pavarotti said, quickly flying back to Kurt’s shoulder when the fledgling shoed him away from the journal. When Kurt began to skim across the page once more Pavarotti chirped loudly. �“Kurt, please do as I ask and wa-”

����“No.” Kurt interrupted the bird before finding his place again. “Why should I listen to you when you never answer my questions? What if everyone is like that?”

����“I can’t fault you for thinking that...” Pavarotti said, ignoring the loud shout the werewolf gave when the other two fledglings began to laugh. “Just be...wary of what you read. Jon didn’t have the easiest time coping with his abilities.”

����“Jon?”

����“The person who wrote in this Journal was named Jon.” Pavarotti explained, hopping across Kurt’s shoulder as the fledgling began looking for said name. “You won’t find it in there.”

����Kurt sighed, turning back to the page he was reading. “Why not?” he asked.

����“Like I said before, Jon didn’t take being a Naturalist very well.” Pavarotti began, pressing his beak to the shell of Kurt’s ear before he continued. “He also lived with a group of humans who did not what he was, so in fear of them finding the journal one day, he decided not to sign his name.”

����Kurt hummed as he thought for a moment, eyes narrowing as he realized the things that Pavarotti was saying was something the little bird shouldn’t know. “How do you even know this?” The bird was silent for a few moments, only tilting his head from side to side a few times. Kurt almost gave up on receiving an answer, but right when he began to concentrate and tune the other three out once again, Pavarotti spoke.

����“I was with Jon, like I was with you.” Pavarotti said, ignoring the soft sound of surprise that left Kurt.

����“But, how...I don’t understand...” Kurt was even more confused at the thought of Pavarotti actually knowing the man who had written the words on the aged and yellowed paper he was currently staring at.

����“If you insist on reading, you’ll find out eventually.” Pavarotti said, a loud tweet following a string of curses Andrew was shouting at Dave. “However, I will say the council the other three were talking about earlier is named after a warbler for a reason.”

����Kurt sighed before looking back down, once again tracing the loopy letters with his fingers. He was unaware of the fact that his eyes were glowing brightly along with the letters in the book.

�Kurt’s head snapped up after the last sentence he read, the fact that the other had used his own blood to write finally sinking in. He quickly dropped the journal back on the coffee table before running his fingers across the carpet, trying to rub off anything that might have rubbed onto his skin. His eyes were wide as he watched Pavarotti land next to the closed journal. “The Warblers forced him to use his own blood?”

���“No, this was before I met Jon and before the council was even formed.” Pavarotti said, knowing the last thing he needed was for Kurt to actually fear the Warblers.

����“I thought you said he lived with a group of humans?”

����“He did, once he had managed to escape.” Pavarotti said patiently. “You have to read more before you start calling me out on things I have told you.”

����“Poor Jon.” Kurt muttered out loud, leaning over the coffee table to continue reading.

����“Wait, Jon?” Dave asked, putting down the chair he had picked up. His original intention had been to use it against Jeff’s head, but if Kurt had read some of the journal then he wanted to know. “I thought you said you hadn’t read anything yet?”

����“You’ve read it?!” Andrew cried out, holding his head between his hands.

����Dave growled. “What’s wrong with that?”

����“You aren’t supposed to read it, only Naturalists and their own creators are allowed!” Andrew said shaking his head before dropping his arms to his sides. “Kurt, you’ve got to give the journal back to Dave so he can return it before someone notices it’s missing.” he said in a rushed sentence.

����“If Naturalists and their creators are the only ones allowed to read it, how come you know so much?” Dave snapped, eyebrows raising when Andrew glared at him again.

����“Because, dog breath, I was a hunter before I was turned.” Andrew began, ignoring Jeff as he walked around him to sit next to Kurt on the floor. “I was taught from a young age to respect and honor Naturalists for what they do and have done for the human race in the past.”

����Kurt sighed as Dave and Andrew continued to growl at one another, their eyes were locked and both of them had tensed shoulders and balled up fists. He felt Jeff’s head rest against his shoulder and slowly reached up to run his fingers through the blond's hair. “How do you know about it, Jeff?” he asked softly, smiling when he felt the other’s nose press against his neck for a moment.

����“Nick had some pretty interesting books on his shelves when I was first turned.” Jeff began, glancing towards the little bird that was hopping around the top of the coffee table. “One of them began to talk about it, but I couldn’t really understand so I asked him about it.”

����“How much did he tell you?” Andrew asked, finally looking away from Dave’s face.

����“Not much, only that each one of them were very beautiful and that sometimes their eyes glowed. He also said something about rare talent, too.” he said, lifting his head from Kurt’s shoulder. “Do you have any?” he asked the younger fledgling, frowning when the other shot a worried look towards Dave.

����“Might as well tell them, they know pretty much everything now.” Dave said with a shrug, sighing when the other two fledglings shot him a dirty look.

����“The only things that have happened are the whole glowy thing with my eyes and the fact that I can hear Dustin and Dave in their wolf form...” he trailed off as he thought, feeling Pavarotti nip on his fingers. He looked down to the little bird, sending him a confused look. “Are you sure it’s alright if I tell them about you?”

����“Might as well...”

“I can hear Pavarotti too,” he said, almost laughing at how large Andrew’s eyes actually got. “What?” he finally asked once he had noticed the stare Dave was giving Pavarotti.

����“No wonder he was following you around!” Dave exclaimed.

����“What?” both Jeff and Kurt asked at the same time.

����“He actually chose you?!” Andrew said excitedly, taking a step closer towards the coffee table, face falling slightly when the bird flew to Kurt’s shoulder once more.

����“Okay, please enlighten the rest of us.” Jeff huffed impatiently, giving his cousin a confused look.

����“I just can’t believe this,” Andrew said in awe, ignoring the grin Dave gave towards Kurt.

����“This is so awesome!” Dave said happily.

����“Someone, please tell me what’s going on!” Kurt said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at the other two.

����“Good lord, it’s like you just gave them a candy shop.”

����“I suppose you won’t tell me what you are now?”

����“Are you kidding me?” Pavarotti said, a twitter that sounded close to laughter to Kurt’s ears leaving the small bird. “This way is far more entertaining.”

����Kurt sighed before standing, staring at the other two with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me what’s so amazing about this-" he quickly raised his hand and pointed towards the bird that still rested on his shoulder. “All he has done is talk to me and make rude comments, surely he can’t be anything too amazing?” Andrew shook his head, his mouth opening and closing a few times before Dave spoke up.

����“Kurt, Pavarotti is a bird of-”

����Kurt resisted the urge to run his hand through his hair in agitation when his phone began to ring. He had received it earlier that night with all of his friend's numbers already added. He had yet to properly thank Blaine for the new phone, but once he saw the vampire's name on the screen as the incoming call continued to ring he really wished the other had waited to give it to him. He quickly pushed the answer button, placing the phone to his ear. “Blaine?”

����.:“"Kurt, we have a little problem.”:.

����Kurt tilted his head back as Blaine’s voice filled his ear. Of course there had to be another problem for him to worry about! Holding in another sigh, he calmed his thoughts before answering. “Okay, is everything okay?”

����.:“Everything is fine at the moment, I just believe I kept you from a new phone for too long.Your friends seem quite worried.”:.

Kurt looked towards his two cousins and Dave as they stared back at him. They were the only friends he had at Dalton so far, so who could Blaine be talking about-unless he was talking about his human friends! “Who?” he asked quickly, turning away from the other three.

����.:“So far only Rachel, Mercedes, and Sam.”:. Blaine answered. .: “Don’t worry, they are safe, we have them sitting in the staff room. Do you remember where that is?”:.

����Kurt thought back to the tour he had been given the day before his classes had began and remembered the way quickly. “Yes, I’ll be there in a few minutes. They aren’t being too much trouble, are they?”

����.:“Other than the normal Rachel Berry attitude, no.”:. There was a pause on the other line..:“Just hurry along, I believe some of the other vampires are enjoying them a bit...too much.”:.

����Kurt froze at that but finally responded with a quick okay before ending the call. He turned around towards the other three, knowing they had heard everything that he and Blaine had talked about just seconds before. “I've got to go.” he said, quickly walking to the coffee table and picking up the journal. He looked around the living room until he found his bag that he had dropped on the chair when they had walked in earlier. Slipping it inside, he made sure the flap was pulled over it snuggly, Andrew’s voice pulling him from his worried thoughts.

����“Kurt, you have to give it back.” he pleaded, giving him a hopeful look. “I don’t want you getting caught.”

����“I won't,” Kurt began, looking at each of their faces. “Right?” he asked. Andrew sighed while Jeff pumped his fist in the air. Dave only nodded silently before glancing at Andrew.

����“It’s like a club secret, right?” Jeff asked excitedly. “Of course we’ll keep it safe!”

����“You have my word.” Dave said simply, both he and Jeff looking at Andrew with expectant looks.

����“Oh, fine,” Andrew said finally. “I still think it’s a horrible idea, but I won’t tell.” He glared at Dave when the wolf laughed. “You have a problem?”

����“Don’t you have a bone to fetch?” Jeff growled.

����“You think you’re so smart with your stupid come backs, but it wouldn’t help if I decided to-”

����“Enough!” Kurt shouted, the vase to his left wobbling violently and falling off the little table it had been sitting on. When Kurt caught it inches from hitting the ground, he thanked the vampiric speed he had been graced with. He placed it back in its spot, vaguely wondering what had caused it to move in the first place before looking back towards the others. “I want all you to make a promise, or whatever it is vampires and werewolves do, to actually try to get along!” When all three opened their mouths to argue he glared, which seemed to stop them in their tracks. “You have a huge secret to guard now, you can’t go along shouting your heads off and accidentally letting it slip.”

����Jeff sighed as he looked at the other two. “He’s right, if we say something stupid they’ll make the connection or something.”

����“We’ll all get it if any of our creators find out we were keeping something this important from them.” Andrew mumbled, surprised when Dave walked in front of him. When the larger wolf held out his hand, he gave him a skeptical look before hesitantly placing his hand in the larger one before him.

����“I saved Kurt’s ass before, and I intend to keep it that way.” Dave said with a shrug as he grasped the other’s hand tightly, wincing when Andrew gripped his just as hard. “I promise to...tolerate you at least.”

����Andrew nodded before shaking the other’s hand fully. “Same here.” He pulled his hand back to let Dave hold his hand out to Jeff.

����Jeff grumbled before taking Dave’s hand. “I promise, but you have to understand we’ll slip up every once in a while.”

����“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” Dave said with a grin, glancing back towards Kurt with a nod.

����“Good.” Kurt said before leading the three out of his rooms. He made sure to lock the door back before saying his goodbyes, practically running to the staff room. He passed a few fledglings and werewolves, but no one bothered him as he and Pavarotti zipped down the hallways and staircases that led to thier destination.

����He couldn't help but wonder what Blaine had meant when he had said that the other vampires had been ‘enjoying’ his friends. Surely Blaine would not have let anything happen to his friends. The older vampire knew how much they all meant to him, after all he had been around them enough to know how much they cared for him in return. As he walked closer to the open door a loud, familiar voice stood out from the quiet murmuring.

����“Blaine, as much as we have all enjoyed this, if you would just let us see Kurt-”

����“He’s coming, Rachel, give him time to say goodbye to his friends.” Blaine said, causing Kurt to stop just outside the door. How had he known that he was with the other three earlier...? Shaking the odd feeling off he quickly stepped into the room, greeted by loud shouts of his name.

����Suddenly he had an arm full of girl as Mercedes and Rachel flung themselves at him, Sam standing awkwardly to the side with a bright smile. Kurt laughed as the humans squeezed him with all their might, yet again grateful for the vampiric things he had gained because he knew otherwise he would be gasping for breath. “How did you even get in?”

����“They tried to sneak in around the back wall.” Blaine said from his side. “The guards caught them and brought them in.” he explained, smiling as he watched a happy smile light up Kurt’s beautiful face. “It’s a good thing Elizabeth’s class had been canceled today or I would’ve sent them home.”

����Mercedes pulled back from Kurt and placed her hands on her hips. “As if we would leave without seeing our boy. Kurt, I still wonder about him sometimes.” she said, smiling shyly when the man she had met earlier, David, laughed along with Wes.

����“We do, too, Miss Jones.” he said politely, causing Wes and Blaine to snort at the sudden manners the vampire seemed to posses in front of the girl.

����“Hey, Sam.” Kurt called, giving the blond a happy smile which he returned. “How did they manage to convince you to come along?”

����“They can be very... persuasive,” he said, glancing over his shoulder as the same man from earlier continued to stare at him. He inched closer to Kurt, not knowing whether to trust the other vampires in the room.

����Kurt’s smiled dropped slightly when he noticed just how intently Jeremiah was staring at Sam. What was his problem this time? It wasn’t like Sam could have done anything in the short time they had been in each other’s presence. With a sigh, he hugged Rachel back again, watching the older vampire closely as Mercedes and Rachel began to tell him off for not keeping in touch.

He couldn’t really concentrate on what they were saying once Jeremiah had trailed his gaze over Sam’s body, his tongue flicking out over his lips as they did so.